Witches flight.

  I'm a little witch I always dream of flying. If only I could fly. Every year on the night of the harvest moon all the witches would fly high in the sky and pick all the freshly grown fruit at the top of the trees and down below I would always be stuck picking the veggies. One autumn harvest I spun around and there was Anne (Anne is a pixie).
  "I will help you fly." Anne said "Now go get your broom" I came back with my broom and Anne said "now sit on the broom, now say up"
  "UP! OOOUCH"
  "Never mind, try turning the broom around, now sit on it, no put your leg over the broom, yes. Now try again"
  "AAAaaa! OUCH! This isn't working".
  "Common we've got to keep trying, so come on imagine that you are flying high in the sky'' I forgot I was as on my broom. I was going higher and higher and higher until I realized that I was FLYING! Then I Pointed the broom down and the broom went down. I flew down to the ground. I thanked Anne the pixie, then ran to mom and gave her a big hug.
  Mum was really excited she said we could go on a midnight flight the next night. I flew perfectly well, well almost.
Mum took me over the city, all the street lights down below looked like little mazes, it was amazing. I can't wait till hallows eve when we get to fly again and look down on all the funny faces people wear for costumes, that will be hilarious.

The End

Thelema
Sept. 2003